Whispering in the bathroom after doing some business…
“Good job sweetie. Good job. I’m so proud of me.”

After I told Margot she was full of mischievous mischief…
“Margot, you’re a mischibitch missbitch.”

Walking into my room in her latest ensemble…Mila: “Do you like my outfit?”Me: “It certainly has a lot of layers.”Mila: “Yes! I have my ballerina clothes, and under dat is my swimmin’ suit, and under dat is one underpants, and under dat is tights, and under dat is jammies, and under dat is…more underpants!”

After I tossed her baby doll off the bed so I could tickle her, she threw a MONSTROUS fit. Evidently you don’t mess with Pink Baby, because a few days later…
“Mama, ‘member when you frowed my baby on da floor? Why you do dat? Please don’t frow my pink baby. She is special to me.”